Poetry- Janaka Stagnaro

The words comeFluttering, thunderingReturning from a journey They only give hints at,Tickling the imaginationAnd caressing the heart;They arrive with no rules to hold them,And drift into place--Read aloud, perhaps senseless,But held quietly, and they grow--Into feelings envisioned,Into truths admitted,Into landscapes of us.

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Luminance
Through my eyes I see your beauty
In my heart I feel your love
I hold you in my arms even when moody
You suppress your hope like a caged dove
Your spirit shines and glows
Illuminating the darkness of my despair
In your radiance I can weather the harshest blows
All to...

Alderberan at Dusk
Thou art the star for which all evening waits-
O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
Nor heed the drowsy and enchanted moon,
Who dreams in silver at the eastern gates
Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates
Abandoned by the eagles of the noon.
But...

That day we drove in your beat up car
I flew over Canada so close but far
Through the streets of Boston city
The windows open, sun beaming pretty
I felt so safe with your hand on mine
All was well in that fragment of time
No need to doubt or question life
No thoughts or stress...

Talking in circles
saying the same thing again and again
hoping that this time,
youll hear me.
Wishing I was a robot that couldnt feel
Wishing you didn't exist
Wishing you wouldnt say
“I love you”
because you couldnt understand the meaning of the phrase
when you dont even...